Well. The truth is, of course, that Beleth doesn't care about Orlesian politics personally. But she had to learn it to secure Orlais' support, and then once the Inquisition became a branch of the Chantry, she relocated to Val Royeaux, and if you want to survive there, you must invest yourself in the Game, or die just as surely as if Corypheus had ended her.

There is some thought, there. The idea that Felassan may have had a hand of his own in Orlesian politics. "I assume that you did not dispense half of what she knows in that first meeting? It feels like a disservice to Briala to assume as much." Which means that they had to have met more often than that one time. Multiple times, if Felassan made as much of an impression as he implies.

If Briala left as much of an impression as his concern over her fate suggested.

His memory is of some interest to Beleth, however, and she stops to take the time to watch it. Curiosity, both of Felassan, who remained a mystery, and of the time period. The violence on a scale she couldn't quite wrap her head around, even witnessing it there in front of her, magic with the power of a natural disaster wielded as easily as a sword. It was something that made her wonder, if she mentioned it to Solas--

And then Felassan names him, and she looks up at him, startled. Oh--right.

"Yes. Mine was Mythal's, too." They could all make a club. "Solas told me about what it meant, before he told me...anything else." She was pretty sure Felassan could guess what that entailed. "He told me that he saw their true meaning in the Fade, something a noble would do to slaves to honor the god they worshipped."

She pauses for a moment, and her eyes go to Felassan's markings. There's a question in her eyes, but when she opens her mouth, it is with another story. "I only told one other person what he told me. Another elf. I thought she'd understand. She...laughed at me. For my beliefs, and my faith. I did not tell anyone else."

The vallaslin is complicated. She understands.